The Accidental Trad Wife

Beautiful gardens

It’s been a nice day. A great day. My husband’s off work, we spent an hour walking around some beautiful gardens. We played poohsticks. We sat and just listened to the streams together. We gave honour to a Japanese temple. And we kissed in the middle of every bridge we walked over. 

We like to kiss in the middle of bridges. Our first kiss was laying down in the middle of a bridge, looking up at the stars. We got engaged in the middle of the same bridge. We’ve been together for 2,212 days, and we still enjoy our time together as much today as we did on our first date. That’s nice. Really soppy, but still really nice. 

There was a ‘Italian Pantry’ in the gift shop to the gardens. We chatted to the lady running it about the differences in pizza quality between Rome and Naples. Naples is better, obviously. We bought some 36 month aged parmesan, truffle oil and tinned tomatoes. While we were there, who I considered to be a terribly rude man talking on his mobile loudly, my husband recognised as a somewhat famous former football player and manager. He was still rude though. 

We left the gardens and Italian Pantry and headed off for lunch. 

Lunch and wandering 

We went to a local town and wandered up the high street and down to the quay. We walked into and out of two different restaurants, before we decided where to eat. 

My husband knows I hate ordering the same thing as someone else at the table. He ordered exactly the same as me: club sandwich on focaccia, no tomatoes. It was a good lunch choice, I can’t blame him for making the same choice. I do, for no logical reason, hate ordering the same thing though. It was a great lunch, paired with a lime soda and inevitably a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. 

We wandered back up the high street to the car. I picked up some new incense sticks, my husband got a new top. 

We got back home, I poured a glass of prosecco and accidentally napped for an hour and a half. 

Maybe I should be a chef? 

Today, is really all about the dinner. The rest of the day was great, dinner was magnificent.

I went all out, once I’d woken up from my nap. Homemade gnocchi with a slow roasted tomato, garlic and basil sauce, topped with parmesan. Homemade ravioli with a sweet potato, honey and feta filling, topped with crispy bacon and more parmesan. And inevitably, arancini, today with truffle oil, mushrooms and garlic, served on top of aioli. 

Maybe I should start sharing recipes? For the moment, hit me up if you want some. When I come to the end of this experiment, maybe my next blog will be hearty British and Italian recipes. My husband said he’d have paid £28 for the plate of food, so I take that as it was good. 

It’s now the end of another day, watching a movie and cuddling on the sofa. I’ve loved every second of today. It’s only Trad Wifey in the cooking, so maybe not a big Trad Wife day. But in my previous life, I couldn’t have just taken a day off to do this with my husband. So, this whole day wouldn’t have existed if I was working.

The Trad Wife round up:

Plants seen: Over 300
Parmesan: 36 months aged
Bridges: Romantic (for us at least)
Dinner: Magnificent